The lights of carousel flashes their brilliant colours to my brain,
Blinding my living cells to the core of hot lava, and kiss and kiss
With its sculptured lips to my lifeless heat, of pure eroticism which
Burns my sorrow into raging flames, I rode on the lilac pegasus with
Ecstasy painted on my face, as the magical creature soared me higher
Through the sky castle. Like Icarus, he flew me too close to the sun
Which burns my flesh into smoke, I lost myself to the giant apricot-
Spotlight and fell gracefully to the face of the earth, and landed upon
An ocean of pink flamingos and blue hydrangeas, soft piano swaying
Gently in the perfumed air of goblin fruits, turquoise water glistens
Madly upon the horizon like rich mermaid's jewels, I crave the mad-
ness of love and decadence in one blue-china heart, peeping its way
Through the evolution of mankind and religion, I find myself again
Among the soft jazz and melancholy tunes on the broken radio, but
Lost myself once more when silence eats the music of the velvet suede
Morning, and I stare like a lost child into the constellations of paper
Cosmic, burning with branded books on each breast, churning with
Chess pieces on jaded grass, novella of science and aliens are far from
My candy-eating brain, goblins and nymphs are fantasy of aestheticism
As I hunt for their haunted source, and found the hidden cottage in the
Dark woods of elves and werewolves, the pale moon will smile widely
From ear to ear tonight as I glide through this forest, twilight approaches
And echoes of footsteps are tapping their rhythm like a Spanish dance,
Towards my stoned feet as I picked these scrumptious fruits and wilt
Flowers into my rotten basket, centaurs fighting with silver weapon while
Goblin men and wood-elves laugh through their serpent tongues, deafening
My soft ears like high-pitched screaming of a fallen woman to her grave,
All creatures halt and crawled menacingly forward as they saw the fresh
Flesh of this young maiden, alone in the woods with a death wish written
In her two ripe almonds of innocence, they shoved and kicked stardusts
Of poisoned sugars into my mouth, the history of violence was true then
As I was beaten and ripped to my knees, left twitching among the sweet-
Scented flowers and juicy fruits under the sad moon, as he cries unto my
Unholy body to wash the cranberry of shame away with its crystal tears,
The rain cruised me into the diamond ocean of degeneration where I swim
With Moby-Dick, and melt away like caramelised apple on the dancing fire
Of resurgence, leaving my voice for the mourning blue whale to choir upon
The angry waves, as I slowly transformed into a holy white swan of songs.
- a.i.a.
